I can happily say working with Zahava was one of the most profound spiritual journeys I’ve had the good fortune of experiencing in my life.- Diana Ferrante, Women’s Empowerment Leader, Intuitive Advisor

Zahava's work has returned me to the natural state of being my most loving and most beloved self. - Emily Tepper, Receptivity Coach & Craniosacral Therapist

This was exactly what I needed to rebalance myself. I was able to release the week’s stress and gain confidence in being the clear minded and moving bodied me that I want to be. - An overworking teacher

Zahava gave me the nurturing excavation tools to my inner realms that have been yearning to moan, be touched, to be remembered, honored, revered, and celebrated.- Jennifer Maeve

This work not only supported me grounding in my own feminine experience, but it translated into my work as a coach--allowing a new depth of connection with my clients and their own sacred and sexual journeys.- Dana, Certified Life Coach

Thank you for holding and creating such beautiful space for my own feminine to unfold and reveal herself to me through my body.- Elizabeth Joy Mueller, Business Coach & Intuitive Guide

Often during a series of powerful orgasms I will feel a powerful heart opening. The vibrations will continue to rock my body, and the sounds will continue to ride my breath. But the wailing will shift into crying. I find it profound the somatic similarity of orgasm and grief.

The beauty was that my body and my partner remained equally present and open during this transition. It was remarkably easier during sex not to constrict the grieving with questions or figuring because the energy had been releasing through my system for several hours by this point.

I touched it. I touched the depth of my fear that I could not have the life I wanted. I had known it was in here somewhere. I could even explain the moment it got planted. I had talked about it with healers and in my Landmark Forum. But here it was, my body was touching it. I stayed in contact and let the release continue, trusting that it had found the perfect moment to tap this source of possibility-defining fear.

Some of the sounds moving through me became hints of laughter, some closer to wailing. My eyes were wet, his chest was wet, we were sweaty and sticky with love juices. There could not have been a more lubricated exit for this fear.

“Will you hold me?” He wrapped his muscular arms around me. I could feel the father in him, the guard. In that moment a larger wave of grieve released. My body was being bound to her core by his embrace. In here is the lush privacy of cocoons and wombs and bondage that gives way to a new expansion.